Sex Genie: Pleasing My Master 38 Familiar Voices

"Shh, I'm not supposed to have you back here!" said a high pitched voice. Stephen thought it sounded like a girl's.

"Oh, who gives a s.h.i.+t? What's the worst that could happen?" replied an obviously male voice.

"I could get fired if anyone found us. So be quiet!"

"Okay, chill out!"

Stephen stopped for a moment, trying to locate the direction of the voices. While his brain told him to keep walking and ignore the hushed conversation, his curiosity started to get the better of him. The voices sounded like they were coming from a long abandoned empty corridor in the stockroom. A long time ago, when the store was busier, this corridor used to hold a great portion of their current inventory. Since the store was no longer as busy as back in those old days, this corridor was rarely used anymore.

It was just large enough for some privacy for anyone who wanted to hide out back there. Stephen slowly tiptoed his way back, following the sound of voices. Each successive step brought the octave of those voices up a notch.

"You sure no one comes back here?" asked the man.

"I'm sure. Trust me, I know these things, Ram."

Well, there was the identify of the man. Stephen hesitated to take another step forward, knowing it was Ram Doyle back here. But the female voice sounded so familiar. He just had to know for sure.

"Good to know, babe. You looked so d.a.m.n s.e.xy today, I couldn't wait any longer," he said in a husky voice.

The girl giggled, but didn't say anything in return, at least anything that Stephen could hear. He kept moving forward, until it felt like they were right around the corner from where he was. He could hear.. something on the other side of the wall. It wasn't until he slowly poked his head around the corner that he could just barely see them.
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And in that instant he wished he had ignored them and carried on with his business.

Sure enough, Ram Doyle was leaning up against a stack of empty pallets in the corner. His pants were around his ankles and he was looking down at the girl who was currently blowing him. Her blonde hair was instantly familiar, and Stephen had to suppress a groan when he figured out who it was.